“Never, never, never; even if all things conspired: the moonlight, perfumes, music, and beauty such as hers of Sheba?”
“Never, never, never,” he said.
“Ay de mi,” she said. “But it is said that the English are as Turks, and are married to very many.”
“We are as God made us, not as people say, señora; but we remember kindly acts forever and I shall remember you.”
“Forever?”
“I think so.”
“That is very caballero. But what is memory? A thought. You have not even asked me my name.”
“I was going to ask it.”
“You were going to ask it?”
“Assuredly.”